Pourin' Out My Heart

Taste the gin on the back of my throat
I pull on your skin, unrole my last pound note
With a twist of fate I twist my hair
I'm a third rate villain, baby, I don't care

Silver bullets with lipstick on
They kiss my skin like some atomic bomb
Silver bullets with lipstick on
They kiss my face

Pourin' out my heart in a glass for you
This is all, baby, I can do
I spill a little honey now an again, feels good when I do
I'm pourin' out my heart in a glass for you

As I rise from my 20th century grave
I turn on the tv to get some idea of the day
I just managed to miss my sun go down
I pull on my skin, take a drag an I start all over again

Silver bullets with lipstick on
They kiss my skin like some atomic bomb
Silver bullets with lipstick on
They kiss my face

Pourin' out my heart in a glass for you
This is all, baby, I can do
I spill a little honey now an again, but then again I always do
I'm pourin' out my heart in a glass for you